Maximum Exposure

He’s in Miami to do a simple job but no one in town is who they claim to be.

PI Finn McLain is used to unusual assignments but the beautiful stranger who just asked him to photograph her for an erotic art exhibit… yeah, that’s a first. Finn’s in Miami to look into the personal life of boutique manager Roland Green for a lovesick gallery owner and isn’t planning on sticking around. But the boutique’s owner, Olivia Hammond, has just made him an offer that’s as hard to ignore as Olivia herself. She’s got a body to die for and a wild sideline as, yep, an exhibitionist. Yet despite her willingness to let people look, Finn’s convinced there’s a hell of a lot Olivia’s not revealing. And that’s the most intriguing prospect of all.

Olivia has never been shy about using her sexuality to get what she wants but she’s never wanted a man the way she wants Finn. What he thinks about her shouldn’t matter… yet it does. Through every candid photograph and every heated encounter, Finn comes closer, intent on getting beneath her shell—and Olivia is tempted to let him. First, however, they have to deal with the fact that Finn’s simple investigation into Roland Green is getting dangerously complicated, and Olivia isn’t the only person in town who’s not what she seems.

In a city throbbing with sex appeal, two wary lovers are about to play the ultimate game of show and tell, where temptation is raw, wild, and hot enough to sizzle.

“A captivating blend of sex and danger, Maximum Exposure is not to be missed!” — Kimberly, Wit and Sin

“Great plot, hot alphas & strong women! Plus smoking hot sex scenes! Pick it up!” — Myrtle C., Amazon reviewer, 5 Stars

“Kent keeps the pages turning with nonstop action and strong writing… The Miami setting is as super-hot as the hero and heroine!” — RT Book Reviews

“Excuse me,” she said, stumbling between two of the men and backing into the table, the slant of the triangular scarf giving the closest members of her audience a bird’s eye view of the curving swells of her breasts.

She leaned forward to ostensibly check the heel of her shoe, her top falling away and fully exposing her bare chest to the group. She twisted her hips one way, canted her waist another, then when the table had gone silent, straightened and gave the crowd of five a winsome smile.

“I think I snagged a pit in the floor with my heel. I’m not usually so clumsy. Please forgive the interruption.” And then leaving them with a smile, she made her way to the ladies’ room where she washed her hands before returning to take her seat across the table from Finn.

He sat sprawled in his chair as if watching a sports event. She half expected him to applaud. “So your trip to the ladies’ room was a ruse with ulterior motives?”

“It was,” she said, shifting to sit at an angle, cocking her elbow on the back of her seat.

He sat shaking his head. “I figured you’d end up with a round of wolf whistles and cat calls for your trouble.”

“It was an educated gamble.”

“How so?”

“The ambience of the place. They’re players. Too self-important to want to be seen stooping to such a common denominator.” She gestured to take in the whole of the lounge, then reached for her glass and sipped her mojito, the cool nip of mint soothing her throat.

She went on. “Also, they don’t know whether to call attention to what they’ve seen. They don’t know if I’m aware of what I’ve done, or what I might be expecting from them, In this case, they gave me exactly what I wanted.”


She tilted her head as if listening. “So far, so good.”

“Some people might say you’re a prick tease.”

Some had. Some had taken it personally, tried to prove it, to give her what they said she was asking for. “Those some would be wrong. It’s not about sex.”

“I’m not so sure,” he said, leaning forward again, toying again with the tray of votives.

She pressed her lips together, watched the movement of his fingers along the blown glass. “If I sat on the lap of the closest man, wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed up against him, that would be about sex.”